Monday, February 12, 2007

1: Beirut - The Gulag Orkestar

Here we find magic. Music that cuts through my veins and pumps through my bohemian heart. My love of gypsy has found a home with this group of youngsters who grow old before our ears. They traveled back through time to the Eastern European Frontier to steal our hearts and get us drunk off our adoration. When I listen to them I suddenly see my life unfolding before me like a dream that I long forgot. I see my lovely long-skirted wife teasing me in the shadows of great trees, and her long dark hair falling on me with desire while the leaves crush beneath us. Her violin heart whispers high beautiful notes at me and I fall asleep knowing how free love can be.



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